I'm all alone in the world right now. I just want someone to talk to but, no one seems to have any time for me anymore. My family, my friends, my coworkers, no one understands who I am. This all makes it harder for me to be more social-able. I'm a shy quiet weirdo in front of people, but I'm not. People seem to think I don't have feelings, like I'm some emotionless rock, but I'm not. I'm a human being too, I feel pain and agony just like everyone else. Especially when someone says "It doesn't matter to him anyway, he's indifferent to everyone. Whether he lives or dies no one will care". I can feel pain, and it hurts. I'm not a robot, I'm not stone, and I'm not indifferent. I'm fragile, I'm hurting always, but in the end no one seems to want to listen. People see and indifferent stone wall, but I'm as fragile as paper, it doesn't take much to rip me apart. I just want someone to understand. I just want some to talk to. I'm not stone, I'm paper. I'm not a monster, I'm a human being so why can't people understand I'm not a creepy weirdo. I'm just different.

Society seems to really like extraversion, so it makes sense that they brand people whose emotions aren't out there for all to see as "weird". But well, you aren't. Like you said you're just different and that's not a bad thing. Just because you don't wear your heart on your sleeve, doesn't mean it beats any softer than anyone else's. You're not a monster, you're not made of stone, and this thread you started is your proof of that. And honestly, it's really cruel of people to say that no one would care if you lived or died. Because people *will* care- oftentimes it's hard to NOT feel any type of emotion after someone in your life passes. Even if they didn't like them all that much. Hell, even if it's just the kid that sat next to them in class, they'd notice the lack of that kid's presence.

I understand what you feel to an extent. It's a little different for me, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to share.
I've often been told by people that I'm mysterious or something? They say that they don't get me, or I (as a person) make no sense. I've been treated like some sort of puzzle for them to poke and prod, constantly pushing my boundaries because they seem to think "hey this person is just a blank stare and they don't have feelings at all! I'm gonna mess around with them cause I wanna see them mad."

Like I said, it's different, but... I guess I want to say that I know where you're coming from. And that I hear you, I'm here to listen, and you're not alone.

I can't really say that I fully understand you, mainly because I'm still a little kid, but I know what it feels like when people think you don't have feelings. That it hurts. That people sometimes do things that hurt, thinking that's fine since you either way don't feel anyting.
Would be nice to find a person who really understands you and takes you for who you really are, wouldn't it? But who knows if that's even possible.

But well, I don't think the people honestly think you're a stone, monster or creepy weirdo, when they say things like "It doesn't matter to him anyway, he's indifferent to everyone. Whether he lives or dies no one will care" It's probably more because they don't even bother to think what the other person feels. They make it more because they ignorantly think it's fun or something.

And don't worry, I don't think you're more different than everyone else. All humans are in some ways different but at the end still all the same. I don't think it's weird to think like you do. You're sadly not the only one~

Probably not very helpful, sorry about that~

I can't seem to obtain that information from your post, so I'm going to ask: do you even show them how you feel? People aren't going to know how you feel unless you tell them.

I was the like you. However, I took their comments to heart and believed that I truly was an emotionless robot. However, that took a toll on me. I rarely interacted with my classmates and I became very lonely. I tried talking to them but I didn't know what to say and how to react. I went to the internet and did all sorts of personality tests. Desperately wanting to know where I belonged and who I really was. I eventually fell into something like a trance, living my life like a robot. Life was just a series of the same ol' routines. And eventually the days went by so so fast, until half a year had passed. I couldn't take the loneliness anymore and I shared one of my closer classmates my thoughts and feelings slowly, wearily, but surely. Over time, I became accustomed to telling my now new circle of friends what I was truly feeling. My advice to you, is to make sure you are in touch with the inner you. Don't believe the shit that others tell you. So what if you have a poker face, outer is not the inner. Release the different, colorful sides of you one by one, slowly but surely. I hope you have at least one person which you can lean on. The first step is to let those cries of loneliness out. Cry as much as you can now and after that, get the drive to evolve. You can break that mask of yours and reveal that turbulent you and make your life better.